As they were announcing these achievements, something was happening in the universe. In other parts of the universe, we could actually witness in the sun of what he could actually see: the legendary power of samasara and supernormal powers were facing each other. At least, it was no surprise that no one could actually see what the main act of life could actually take on. Based on what we had seen by that moment, the life of this change could actually change the position of this life. To what we could actually discover the main entity of life.
The Buddha got to fight the god of destruction of Shiva. As they got summoned, The coliseum trembles as the very air crackles with divine energy. The armored warriors freeze mid-motion, their cursed helmets turning unnaturally toward you. Even the announcer's booming voice stutters into silence.
"You... dare summon gods to this cursed arena?"A thunderous whisper rolls across the bloodstained sands."This is no temple like those cockroaches —this is slaughter like cows! Choose your weapons or DIE CHOOSING, gods!"
A vortex of swirling ash and petals erupts at center stage. From it steps Shiva, four-armed, drumming the cosmic rhythm on his damaru. His trident splits space like an overripe fruit. Across from him materializes Buddha, serene yet radiating infinite void—the air around him crumbling to dust with every breath he takes.*
Budah: Shush it! I am no God. I am the human who became nothing: you cannot deceive me. Your spirit has become attached to the desire of domination: such a vane pleasure that you can hold up to that standard of life. In this life, you will not reach what others could accomplish. Anyway, this life has come to an end for you, Shiva. We should end this. For me, this is just a matter of time.
As he said this, the life got more interesting that the jade emperor and other pantheons were look at his majestic muscular 6 feet along with his stylish hair style and a circle in his t shirt as if represented nothing: the perfect circle.
The king's lance ignites with hellfire, Matilda's flail spins like a sawblade of shadows, Eon's sword drips molten steel. In that way, even Rell raises his dagger in trembling defiance.
A single conch horn blares like judgment day.
The coliseum shudders violently as the air splits apart. That made reality itself fracture like glass. The armored puppets collapse into twitching heaps, their curses overwritten by divine wrath.
NO! THIS IS NOT HIS DOMAIN! You gotta behave. Life could actually get better, but if you get angry, it will not JUSTIFY YOU! screams the announcer, its voice distorting as shadows peel from the walls
Above you—Buddha's serene form materializes in a blaze of golden light. Below—Shiva's dance begins: each step cracks reality open like rotten fruit. The sand turns to ash mid-fall that no one could actually expect. After all, this life has witnessed to many battles in existence.
First Move: Shiva flicks his wrist in the direction of Buddah. Anyway, a galaxy of daggers spirals toward Buddha's stillness... only to dissolve against enlightenment's silence that had made a spark born in the hole of the uniqueness of this life. That said, there is a c ounter:A single lotus blooms where Shiva stood—its roots strangle his ankle bones with quiet inevitability… at least, that is what everyone thought
A vortex of swirling ash and petals erupts at center stage that amazes everyone in the same instant that they did their own stuff. From it steps Shiva, four-armed, drumming the cosmic rhythm on his damaru that had taken on thousands of devas. In this way, his trident splits space like an overripe fruit. Across from him materializes Buddha, serene yet radiating infinite void. He could the air around him crumbling to dust with every breath he takes on ahead with the best that he had in the best repertoire of the universe
The fight rages between peace and rage, still and motion; Buddha's hands weave through infinite possibilities, while Shiva's dance burns with destructive rhythm that no could ever actually say: in this life, the creational force could take over the supernormal
"No one can stop me!" roars Shiva, as the world begins to unravel beneath his wrath. The announcer's voice cackles with desperation.
Second Move: Shiva draws a bow of fire like the space for an arrow arcs across the arena with the weight of a falling star! with a counter: With a smile, Buddha reaches and effortlessly catches the arrow in his palm.
On and on they dance, each move more desperate; the battle scars the cosmos itself while the announcers' voice screams in fury as if they were lions fighting for white supremacy.
"I am eternal!" roars Shiva, his dance reaching a frenzy of cosmic chaos.
Final Move: A wave of creation spills out, ripping the world apart in its path.
Victory:With a smile, Buddha raises a single finger. He pierces the heart of Shiva's wrath, stilling the god in his tracks. Well, at least, it is what it seemed from the very beginning. There was something to it,.